#MY POOR BBY

[ajxtweety]

The anger began to manifest

[starry-scarl3tt]

chase’s eyes always make him look like he just finished a 2-hour long crying session in the locker room with radiohead playing softly in his headphones

[fromamelodytoasong]

EVE BEST as ELEANOR O'HARA in “Nurse Jackie” S1E7 | Steak Knife

[amethystjewel01]

Another doodle based on my growth spurt hc for Riddle, poor boy is definitely embarrassed from everyone's reactions.

Bonus!

[nalebifrie]

This is the third night awake for Moiraine and NOW SLEEP is NOT AN OPTION ???

(a painful summary)

She left Lan, rode all night and arrived in Cairhien in the early morning, looking a little disheveled

She was tired after looking for signs and clues all day

But then...

she ran to Rand, slayed a forsaken, got almost choked, ran and rode through the forest and had to walk back to Cairhien

Rand reminded her painfully that she is powerless

She is f*** exhausted

But

SLEEP IS NOT AN OPTION

because:

I would not blame her for falling asleep

[queer-boo-radley]

[starswhogaze]

Day 5: War @erisweekofficial

Better late than never 🔥

I wanted to depict Eris after The War.

[imasillygooose]

I'm just sat here looking at the NPMD album cover and I feel like I'm really taking it in for the first time. Like, I always knew that it was Richie, but I never really thought about the implications. God, I have so many questions.

Like, how long had Max been chasing him at that point? How badly was he hurt?? Is it the same scene we saw at the start of the musical, or is it earlier/later on in his torture/death??

And then I looked at the logo and fully took in the fact that it's written in Richie's blood. I already knew, but like... idk how to describe it?? I just kinda thought that Max wrote it like that because that was how it was written on the logo. I felt so dumb when I realised that it was the other way around lol

The whole thing just makes me feel even worse for my poor boy 😭

[lunlumo]

Say what you will about Italians hosting eurovision but I'm pretty sure they would've given a pass to cuss out at least one annoying person backstage, as a treat

[illneverletgo]

The Regime "Dont Yet Rejoice" S01.E06

[idciminlove]

Kakashi Poetry

Friend Killer 

He’ll never forget how her eyes looked in that moment.

Wide with shock, despair, and pain before the life in them

inevitably faded and they went dull. He’ll never forget

the way blood dribbled down her lips as she whispered

his name. Her

last words. He pulled his hand from her chest, where she 

had run into his blade. Why did she do it? He promised 

that he would protect her. He could’ve gotten them out 

of there. He could’ve fought the soldiers off and given 

her enough time to escape. He could’ve died a heroic 

death. But now he has

her blood on his hands. He stood there and cried while

the soldiers watched, frozen in shock. He collapsed to the

ground and it all went black. 

   Empty 

He didn’t know what happened after that.

He didn’t know how he survived. 

“You’re lucky to be alive,” 

they said, telling stories of how his teacher came in

and saved him. How 

his timing was perfect. But it wasn’t perfect. 

If it was, both of his comrades 

and closest friends would be alive right 

now. But they were dead, and he still had

her blood on his hands. 

“It was awful, but it had to happen,” they said. 

“She was protecting the village. 

 They both were.” 

  Unclean 

He still has nightmares of that night, when it feels 

like it’s happening all over again. That same look in 

her eyes, the blood, the feeling of his hand buried

in her chest. The feeling of 

her blood on his hands. He would wake in a cold sweat, 

unable to breathe. All he could feel was the 

blood. He could still see it coating his trembling hands.

He ran to the sink, washing his hands frantically. Tears 

filled his eyes as he came to the realization. 

It won’t come off.  

It won’t come off. 

It won’t come off.

Still There

Months passed and he could still see her. He could still

remember. He saw her everywhere. In passing faces,

colors, and the brush of hands. 

Her brown hair, her light eyes, her kindness. 

Everything reminded him of her. 

But whenever he thought of her, all he could think about 

was her death. It haunted him. 

His friends worried about him. They could see him 

slipping into darkness. He hardly talked to them.

They wouldn’t understand. 

 He forced himself to continue. He had duties to attend 

 to; a village to protect. He kept pushing, even though she

was still there, in every dark corner of his mind.

In every bittersweet thought. 

She was there. She haunted him. 

Loss 

Years passed and he lost more and more. 

His teacher, sacrificing himself to protect the village. 

Like they all do.

She had stopped haunting him. 

He no longer saw her everywhere he went. 

He no longer felt his heart race in fear, panic, and adrenaline. 

The memories were still there and he did have

nightmares, but they felt different. Like he knew they weren’t real, 

that they were just bad dreams. 

He still visited her grave, along with his other 

fallen comrades. He mourned them. He 

missed them. He would never forget them.

But he knew he had to move on. 

Light 

“You can’t hide in the darkness anymore. You need to 

come into the light,” they told him as the years passed. 

He was grown now. He had new comrades, new friends,

new responsibilities. 

He couldn’t let the darkness take over.  

He was a teacher now. He was determined to 

break the loop and never make the same mistake 

his teacher did. He made sure no one 

would experience the same loss and suffering. If

that meant failing all of his students, so be it. 

Then, he found them, his three students. The first 

that passed, team seven. They were like a mirror 

of his past. Two boys and one girl, just like his 

old team. But they were better. They were 

brighter, lighter, more cooperative. 

He had found his light again. 

This time, he was going 

to do it right. 

[iggydancebreak]

reblog for every hug keefe sencen gets

[barenecessiteas]

So I'm probably thinking WAY too much into this, but I have a theory about Luis now that we know a little more about his backstory....

RE4MAKE Spoilers Under the Cut

So we know that, according to files and journals found in the village, Luis' mother died right after giving birth to him, and he was raised by his maternal grandfather. Then eventually his grandfather is bit by an infected wolf, starts acting weird, and then his family home is set on fire with his grandfather dying in the flames.

Do you guys think that *maybe* one of the reasons behind the playboy persona is because of his past trauma? Like he hates being alone and longs to connect with people, but at the same time he's terrified of getting too close in case they get taken away from him again?

It could totally just be how he is, and he was always gonna be ladies' man, but I definitely imagine that losing the little family he had didn't help.

Also thinking about all this now makes some of his last words, "I led a pretty shitty life", hit a whole lot harder ;-;

[hourly-yugi]

[eddiestightywhities]

jealous/pining!eddie (bc bucktommy) song of the day ToT

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🐟Surf & Turf🥩

Makes for a happy puppy!